Ghetto Love

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) Big Flint, what we doin', nigga? Yeah, nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, free Rio, nigga Yeah We on that (Fuck the fire, we got grease) Ayy, ayy [Verse 1: RMC Mike] What you know about ghetto love? Bro said I wasn't gon' make it, told him, "Bet a dub" I took a field trip down the way and I met a plug I know a nigga turned his fam up from sellin' bud Nah, that's real shit Uh, I'm a G.O.A.T. 'round this bitch, you better ask about me If it ain't more than a hundred, don't even brag about it Bring me to a venue in your city, bet I'm packin' out it You disrespect me or my fam, we pullin' straps about it Okay, wrist 'bout a fifty, neck 'bout a buck-twenty You gotta spend about a dime just to get in touch with me I ain't got shit for a nigga that wasn't on that bus with me Hey, sixty pointers all across the face, my buffs shitty Free my brother Ri, free my brother Ben Shit, we all gotta eat, so I'ma cut you in Tell Sauce, "I fucked up, go on and punch me in" Bitch, I'm down with whatever, go on, jump me in [Chorus: RMC Mike] I'm cashin' out on anything I want 'cause I'm blessed Gettin' it off the rap now, I'm long gone from the rest Gotta get that Skydweller rose gold, it's a flex With this shit-talkin' shit, niggas know I'm just the best Ain't no question 'bout it Any nigga thinkin' otherwise, make a bet about it Shoutout to the O, every time, we make several thousand Bring that M back to Flint, we need better housing [Verse 2: 22nd Jim] From the neck down to the wrist, add me up, it's 'bout several houses Stand on business, niggas know we step on shit, we got several bodies Really trappin', really jackin', but this rap shit is just my hobby Touch a hundred, drop a hundred, niggas mad they cannot stop it These rappin'-ass niggas really groupies (Yeah) In a penthouse, model bitches off 2C (Yeah, yeah) How to describe the shit, I tell you it's a movie (Yeah) Got a hundred pounds of Lemon, screamin', "Move me" Okay, free the members, free the dogs up out the kennel R.I.P. Trick, R.I.P. T, I can't forget you Ayy, long shots, no stocks, shootin' missiles Niggas soft, niggas softer than some tissue Bro, I'm a six-figure nigga out the trap, how you love that? Welcome home to Meez, it's only right I got my thug back If I want it, I'ma cash it, only right because I'm havin' Niggas just be talkin' to the bank, I just be laughin' [Chorus: RMC Mike] I'm cashin' out on anything I want 'cause I'm blessed Gettin' it off the rap now, I'm long gone from the rest Gotta get that Skydweller rose gold, it's a flex With this shit-talkin' shit, niggas know I'm just the best Ain't no question 'bout it Any nigga thinkin' otherwise, make a bet about it Shoutout to the O, every time, we make several thousand Bring that M back to Flint, we need better housing [Outro] (It's a Wayne beat)